wallywam1:It wasn't a joke. He wasn't talking to security. He was talking to his friend about a farking sandwich and he called it by its name. Unfortunately Barney Fife overheard him. Once again we cower in fear because there's a one in a trillion chance of terrorism. Instead we have to put up with a one in one chance that some thick-skulled, mouth-breathing idiot is going to make us walk around in sock feet while trying to hold our pants up because we have to take off our belts. The full body scanners also give us the exciting choice of whether to be irradiated or groped. Yeah America!

We are better than this.

This doesn't bode well for my new breakfast wrap "EVERYBODY ON THE GODDAMN GROUND RIGHT NOW! DON'T MOVE!"

I was in SeaTac once where one brain surgeon who missed his flight thought that telling the attendant that there was a bomb on the departing flight would bring it back tot he terminal so he could board it.....Security was not amused...(Neither was I....5:30 AM...long previous day, no sleep and no coffee)

That's another thing they don't like at the airport: jokes. You know? Yeah, you can't joke about a bomb! Well why is it just jokes? What about a riddle? How about a limerick? How about a bomb anecdote? You know, no punchline, just a really cute story. Or suppose you intended to remark, not as a joke, but as an ironic musing. Are they prepared to make that distinction? Why, I think NOT.

I had a girlfriend tell a TSA agent to "Be careful, it might explode" in reference to her overstuffed backpack which was being searched. I think seeing me face palm was the only thing that kept her out of trouble.

HaywoodJablonski:wallywam1: It wasn't a joke. He wasn't talking to security. He was talking to his friend about a farking sandwich and he called it by its name. Unfortunately Barney Fife overheard him. Once again we cower in fear because there's a one in a trillion chance of terrorism. Instead we have to put up with a one in one chance that some thick-skulled, mouth-breathing idiot is going to make us walk around in sock feet while trying to hold our pants up because we have to take off our belts. The full body scanners also give us the exciting choice of whether to be irradiated or groped. Yeah America!

We are better than this.

This doesn't bode well for my new breakfast wrap "EVERYBODY ON THE GODDAMN GROUND RIGHT NOW! DON'T MOVE!"

It wasn't a joke. He wasn't talking to security. He was talking to his friend about a farking sandwich and he called it by its name. Unfortunately Barney Fife overheard him. Once again we cower in fear because there's a one in a trillion chance of terrorism. Instead we have to put up with a one in one chance that some thick-skulled, mouth-breathing idiot is going to make us walk around in sock feet while trying to hold our pants up because we have to take off our belts. The full body scanners also give us the exciting choice of whether to be irradiated or groped. Yeah America!